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Re: and
yea(ay)
the smelly and old city strikes a breeze through the door, pulverizing my senses into this realm of hello.
i comfort through breath and enjoyment of these smells, onto, and onto, learning what is not mine. what belongs to everyone. but what belongs not to the one who wants not. the un-justifiable. i don't believe, no more in anything so strongly, cept these words that fall
into
into
oblivion (wish(tch)craft)
i shudder not.
i cry not.
i make no mistake to damage the fragile.
i learn to love.
love love love,
thee unlovable
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